Victor stared at Ivy, lounging carelessly as she spoke, like he was seeing his pure, innocent savior for the first time. Just hours ago, she’d been sobbing in his arms, pouring out her grievances. That had fueled his resentment toward Brooke, convincing him she was too jealous to be the Harrington pack’s matriarch.
Now, Ivy called it all a misunderstanding. Worse than a misunderstanding.
Victor held his breath, not wanting to alert her. Anger and confusion churned inside him. Hadn’t he given Ivy enough? After bankrupting the Clarkes, he’d handed her their remaining eighteen million. Since her return, he’d set her up with a home, bought her everything, and given her a black card with no limit. She and her pup were set for life.
What more did she want? What was she spending money on?
Swa
